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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
rappin violence,
I'm a honerable tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy you could tell its from Jesus.
As as Pelican Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, never put in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
cause im formin a of versus,
or its a chorus or more when i a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, like the orical,
portable mp3 let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is gone to go by me cause long as i dont got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously pedeialite I'ma give um,
They said it was hot so the media hype.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The [aint no escape yall]
the heat [no turin back, im here

i recolect the era terra and recommendations
of the mic, respect a mack with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an rocks at the Cahaba.
These days is the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the is saggin an swaggin an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence when i kick rhymes,
make you the fuck up like sinuses or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you off the way my grammar rhyme.
fixation on my is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, like an elephant.
They shoulda told um that i like petroleum,
an i cold at the podium sense break dancin on linoleum.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat. no escape yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im here

Coolin with the eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand niggas an fake bitches.
make me upset my stomach,
them killas will through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat,
fuck wit fly chicken loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you live here, word to the mamas thats a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont worry you a good nigga, stay in zone,
you to a rich, real rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer with lead,
i got some Chicago nigga that do it quick for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 bags of in black bags.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.